The fear of collapsing can't subside a wave....it has to rise...to wipe off the imprints of ordeal...

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है कितना प्यारा यह तिरंगा हमारा
इसमें हरा केसरिया साथ लहराता
न मज़हब की बेड़ियाँ न जात का नाता
इसे हर शख्स बड़े शान से फहराता ।
इन रंगों के दरमियान है बस अमन का नाता
इस बात को अगर कोई समझ जाता
ना कोई हिंदू ना कोई मुसलमान कहलाता
लब पर नाम सिर्फ़ हिंदुस्तान का आता ।

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As I see a funeral passing by,
Laden with flowers and wrapped in white,
I wonder what happiness lies,
In bidding farewell to the years gone by.
As greetings and wishes come my way,
Expressing goodwill for the festive day,
I wonder what happiness lies,
In welcoming the arrival of demise.
As I see the florid first light,
Erasing the darkness of the night,
I thank Him for the years gone by,
By celebrating the precious gift of life.

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As destiny darkened the dubious night,
With the hue of courage she stained her life.

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Words...
They divide...
They unify...
Words...
The flame they ignite...
Never dies...
Words...
They hurt...
They heal...
Words...
Confide stories...
For us to feel...

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How gracefully she danced...
To the music of the flute and the harp...
The pattering of the rain...
The warble of the wrens...
The gurgling of the river...
Albeit...she could hardly hear...

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Amid the valley verdant and blind,
Pasturing the meadows distant wide,
Frolicking with her head laid back,
Goes a spotless snowy lamb.

Loved and treasured by the simpleton shepherd,
Gentle and pure and beautifully furred.
On an evening, sober and grey,
The darling of the herd lost her way.

As the red giant reddened the sky,
Meandered the pack crafty and stylized.
With spurious promises in the vicious eyes,
They escorted her into the fatal night.

On the horizon, darkly curved,
Lingered the hazy blinding sun,
To catch a glimpse of the priceless pearl,
Wrapped in wings of the mourning dove,
Smeared with hue of courage and love.

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Fossicking through the crimson dawn
I gazed earnestly at the graceful swan.
The golden leaves kissed the earth,
The weakening eye twinkled with mirth.
The boundless moana sparkled at night,
Embracing the lovely foe of strife.

In quest to find the brightest star,
I was allured by the deepest scar.
I believed you can only be seen,
But...You're the Beauty I could Feel.

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To explore the veracious paradise

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Outcome may fade...Experience might not
Failures do stay...Losers do not

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